lostsoulincssea:“You asked me who I am at the Old Lodge. I’m a killer, Diana. I’ve killed thousands,
lostsoulincssea:“You asked me who I am at the Old Lodge. I’m a killer, Diana. I’ve killed thousands,” Matthew said eventually, his voice muffled. “But I never had to look any of them in the face again. Only Ysabeau knows the truth, and she cannot look at me without remembering my father’s death. Now I have to face you, too.” I cradled his head between my hands and drew him away so that our eyes met. Matthew’s perfect face usually masked the ravages of time and experience. But all the evidence was on display now, and it only made him more beautiful to me. At last the man I loved made sense: his insistence that I face who and what I was, his reluctance to kill Juliette even to save his own life, his conviction that once I truly knew him, I could never love him. “I love all of you, Matthew: warrior and scientist, killer and healer, dark and light.” “How can you?” he whispered, disbelieving. — Deborah Harkness, Shadow of Night -- source link
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